BEASTIE BOYS - Too Many Rappers lyrics
rate me<span class="feat">(feat. Nas)</span><br>
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Mic check, mic check<br />
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One, one, two, two, three, three<br />
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees<br />
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one<br />
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like<br />
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Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house<br />
With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out<br />
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out<br />
So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out<br />
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Yo, I been in the game since before you was born<br />
I might still be emceein' even after you're gone<br />
Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow<br />
The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so<br />
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On and on until the crack of dawn<br />
Until the year 3000 and beyond<br />
Stay up all night, and I emcee and never die<br />
'Cause death is the cousin of sleep<br />
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Because I'm back with a bang boogie, oogie oogie<br />
Strawberry letter 23 like Shuggie<br />
Oh, my God, just look at me<br />
Grandpa been rappin' since '83<br />
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Oh, I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad<br />
Got crazy ass shit pullin' out the bag<br />
Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause it's sad<br />
All these crap rappers, they're rappin' like crabs<br />
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I have carte blanche, the vagabond<br />
Nas is the narcissist, my pockets are rotund<br />
I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more real'a<br />
You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a drug dealer<br />
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A slug peeler, you're not, mafioso, no<br />
You ain't got the cutthroat in ya, beginner<br />
I ain't tryin' to hear your racket<br />
You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket<br />
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How many rappers must get dissed<br />
Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless this<br />
I start to reminisce, oh, when I miss<br />
The real hip hop with which I persist<br />
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Like rum in mojitos, bullets and banditos<br />
Matzah balls in soup, jackets and troop<br />
Yes, y'all, this is one for the history books<br />
Nasty Nas, what's the word, count it off on the hook<br />
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Let's go! One, one, two, two, three, three<br />
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees<br />
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one<br />
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like<br />
<br />
Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house<br />
With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out<br />
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out<br />
So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out<br />
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'Cause this the type of lyric goes inside your brain<br />
To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame<br />
My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister<br />
So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer<br />
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Too many rappers to shake a stick at<br />
I outta charge a tax for every weak rap<br />
I had to listen to 'cause we be makin' stacks<br />
Like Stax Records, my squad we gotta pack, we never coming whack<br />
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To all you crab rappers and hackers<br />
And Circuit Fenders, two-tone splendor<br />
I take the cake, I stole the mold<br />
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The golden microphone, well that's mine to hold<br />
And why all these biters all up in my crotch space?<br />
Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and mean muggin' with a Blimpie Bluffin<br />
Back up off me, sucka, you ain't sayin' nothin'<br />
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I'm broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways<br />
Dual tape recorder, lacin' oratorials all day<br />
I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay<br />
And when this song finished, y'all can sing along with this<br />
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By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers<br />
I hear Russian blonde's the wettest<br />
But anyway, I better pay homage to my fellas<br />
And that's what's on my mind and the rhyme, who's next up?<br />
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Mike D, the man of mystery<br />
History in the makin', and now we're takin'<br />
Titles, awards, and accolades<br />
Scarin' the competition as I sharpen my blades<br />
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We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches<br />
Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases<br />
Rockin' stadiums and shitty bars<br />
Go back in time, send a fax from my car<br />
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One, one, two, two, three, three<br />
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough emcees<br />
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one<br />
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like<br />
<br />
Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house<br />
With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out<br />
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out<br />
So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out
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